Who am I
When I cease to function
And my soul rips apart
But I soon realize
As the fan brushes the walls
And my room comes to life
I recognize my weariness
The clamor in my head
If I only knew the way
To pure bliss and satisfaction

I'm scared
Where am I going
Who do I pray for
When the truth echoes
And I'm alone with my thoughts
That tell me
*It's not that serious